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Kathleen and I went to a Moksha Yoga class on Monday, which was definitely an experience. Moksha Yoga, for those not in the know, is one of those hot yoga classes, so the yoga studio is about 37 degrees Celsius (or whatever-whatever for people who know Fahrenheit) (OK, fine, 98, but only because I’m looking it up already) (hey that’s, like, body temperature, trippy). Anyway, unsurprisingly, holy crap it was hot. I sweat a lot when I work out normally, so hot yoga was insane. My yoga mat was reaching slip-‘n-slide levels of wet. They advised you bring a full-sized towel, and I didn’t realize until I got there that it was to cover your yoga mat. Whoops! A lady actually did pass out, but the instructor reacted so well it just made me feel better. I’ve read about some hot yoga instructors being medically fuck-witted when it comes to passing out yoginis, but this guy was just swift and awesome.

I really liked the actual yoga practice. We did not do a hundred million sun salutations (I’m looking at you, Ashtanga Yoga), plenty of the hip stuff I love because I don’t actually need to do it, and we weirdly did three savasana/corpse poses (this is the “lying on your back chilling” pose). One at the very beginning, one in the middle, then the usual one at the end. It was really cool, and probably necessary to keep everyone’s heart rates down in that heat. Anyway, I would like to keep trying it, but I’m not sure if I can take the heat! I felt on the edge of dizziness a few times near the end, and my heart rate was getting up. It might be a matter of acclimation, or it might be a matter of ‘not meant for me’.

Bootcamp on Saturday! We’re on the SMU football field, which means stairs! And also, those terrible little bits of ground up tires they put on football fields that heat up in the sun! I seriously hate those tire bits. When you’re on your hands and knees, oh, how they burn! It wasn’t too sunny on Saturday, but near the end it started heating up. We did piggybacks, which I love. We also did some strange thing where we had to lie on our backs and hold ourselves in a V shape, with our legs straight up, reaching our arms towards our legs, with our shoulders off the ground, for as long as we could. If it sounds insane, that’s because it is. It’s also super-hard, and I totally held it for 3:33 minutes, the third best time! Whoo!

I must go out and census, soon. The weather has been so nice and hot, lately, it’s been good for walking around and being charming with people.

Started my fancy new job this week as a census monkey! Technically, my job is Enumerator, but that doesn’t really mean much. I feel that census monkey is a lot more evocative. Basically I just go to the doors of people who did do their censuses and point out that they didn’t do their census, hey, what should we do about that? I am, like, three days in, but it’s pretty good times so far; I like talking to strangers while holding a clipboard. I had to take a pretty hardcore privacy oath (6 months in prison!), so I can’t blog the undoubtedly exciting confidential information I’m gathering.

I managed to elbow Kickboxing Erika in the eye on Friday. I felt the squish and everything! Gah! I started pulling back at the last second, so it really wasn’t hard, thankfully. Earlier, she punched me bare-knuckled, full on the head. These were both during defensive drills, so it was fault of the strikee, not the striker. We were both just having a particularly stupid day. Stupid to the point of, during one drill we got halfway through then just stood there, staring at each other for a full thirty seconds because we couldn’t remember who went next.

My dad came up today, and for Father’s Day I made him put a basket and a rack on my bike. Haha, I have such a nice-looking bike, and the rack and basket came from a yardsale and are attached with metal tape stuff and look like total crap. Fun fact about me: about 90% of what I own was free, and also I have no aesthetic shame. “Concept? Matching? Whatever, if I get the bike for free, then I can afford leather boxing gloves. And an extra yoga class!”

I had a fun bike adventure that didn’t involve actually driving it at all! I always kept it locked to a tree behind my apartment, and I got home the other day and the tree had been cut down, and my bike was gone. The part of my brain that does logic said, clearly, the landlord had cut down the tree and put my bike somewhere safe and I just had to call him and everything would be cool. But the part of my brain that is frankly way more fun at parties immediately thought, holy crap, some thief loved my awesome bike so much they cut down a WHOLE TREE to get it holy crap! It was totally the logical first one, of course. The cool-ass part of my brain is never right. I’m pretty sure that’s reality failing to live up to my standards.